Last Farwell
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Đăng tải lần cuối Thứ 5, thg 12 1, 2016
She had been kept in that empty room, away from the crowd
She thought of heaven can help her now, nothing last forever
And she's slowly fading away in the dark
And she's been so lone, cold and unwanted
Has no one told her she's not breathing?
Her mind speaks to her and her heart mourns for her
Her lights fade away so she can hide to the painful truth
Her eyes are blinded with blatant lies
Waiting until her demise take her life away
But instead of a prince she awaits, she awaits her chariot
Instead of a lovely castle she will attend she prefer her own funeral to attend
And instead of lovely gown that she suppose to wear she preferred a funeral dress
She's dying, screaming, bleeding and praying,is she too lost to be saved?
She's crawling, crying, hurting and wishing, is she too lost to be saved?
When will she bid her last farewell she wonder, she hope it wont take long
Last words, last cry, last tears, last prayer, last wish, last farewell
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